Embrace the Wind Sensual Excerpt

EMBRACE THE WIND Sensual Excerpt

Hi, Everyone! Welcome to EMBRACE THE WIND Sensual Excerpt. EMBRACE THE WIND is the seventh book of the original Blood Rose series. Mastyr Zane gets all tangled up with a half-human, half-shifter woman who moved in across the street from his favorite biker bar. To read more and for buy links!

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A Mastyr Vampire. A beautiful shifter. Passion on the wind. How can a surly-tempered vampire resist the call of his blood rose, when he finally meets his match in a shifter designed to drive him wild.

A powerful mastyr vampire, with a surly temper, meets his match in a beautiful half-human shifter who challenges him at every turn…

Mastyr Vampire Zane didn’t want another woman in his life not after the dreaded Invictus killed his wife five years ago. He serves Swanicott Realm, the land he rules, and doesn’t want anything to interfere with his war against the enemy. But when he’s captured by the evil Margetta, only one woman can save him, a shifter with unusual powers to track him and to provide him with special protection. But will his sudden unexpected desire for the shifter, shake his commitment to go it alone?

And now, for EMBRACE THE WIND Sensual Excerpt from Chapter Two:

He flew over what proved to be a tall, seaside cliff, dropping them down to a beautiful beach. Because she’d been tracking him as long as she had, she knew he hadn’t been in this location once during the past nine months. She kept her cloak tight, however, covering them both just in case Invictus happened to catch them unawares.

The beach was curved, leading to a series of rocks that jutted out of the ocean to the south. The white sand glittered in the moonlight.

As he set her down, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.

Her fingers landed on his bare arms, now fully healed, so that she was touching what she’d been lusting after all this time.

Zane had a magnificent body. He was lean and so muscled that her mouth watered.

She drew back slightly, shifting to kiss his bicep. He flexed for her, and without thinking, she opened her mouth wide and bit the tough mound of muscle, holding onto his flesh.

In response, he growled softly, gripping the back of her neck, something her shifter-self loved. Between the hold of her teeth, she licked his skin. Just as she suspected, he tasted like salty, pungent grasses.

She moaned, aching between her legs.

“I don’t even know you, Olivia. It feels strange to be doing this.”

She was too busy tasting him to let go. But you’ve worked up a lot of women at the Elf Lords Hideaway. Just think of me that way. I’m not innocent, and I have no expectations.

“You know about my activities at the bar?”

I think the entire realm knows what you’ve been up to.

At that, he laughed. “I just have one thing to say to that, Olivia: Where have you been all my life.”

She smiled. “And now that I’m here, how about we make the most of it. Because who knows when we’ll get the chance again.”

He caught her chin. “You’re beautiful, especially when you smile. Have I thanked you yet for getting me out of that camp?”

She reached up and kissed him. “The least I could do, Mastyr, since I know the sacrifices you make night after night on behalf of your realm.”

She slid her nose into his neck and nuzzled him, kissing the dagger and three drops of blood. Then, moving across to bite his shoulder, she licked his skin once more.

He groaned. “That is so hot. What are you doing?”

Tasting you, she pathed. Has to be a wolf thing. I love your muscles, your strength, your power. Biting you like this just feels right.

He fondled her back and her neck, his other hand sliding down to cup her bottom. “Well, whatever the reason, I love it.”

She released him, her chin low. She wasn’t exactly inside her human head. Instead, she was all wolf. Still facing him, she leaned in but slid her right leg behind his then gave him a hard shove. As planned, he lost his balance, landing on his back in the sand.

“What the fuck?” He scowled up at her.

She didn’t try to explain. Instead, she leaped on him, working the metal button at the top of his pants and when she had the zipper down, she eased his cock out.

He made no more protests as he relaxed into the moment.

She shifted to lie off to the side of him, stretching out in the sand, then took his cock in her mouth. As before, his hand stroked her back then put the nicest controlling pressure once more on the nape of her neck.

He was hung and beautiful and she’d been craving him, this, his cock, her mouth, with all her hot wetness between her legs.

“Who are you?” he asked.

Doesn’t matter right now. We can talk later. Or not. I don’t care. All I want is this, you, and I want you drinking at my throat again.

His cock jerked as her tongue played over him.

“Okay.” His voice was deep, so deep. And hoarse with need.

She stroked him as she sucked the head of his cock, rimming the sensitive edge with her tongue.

When he stopped her with a slight pressure on her shoulder, she understood and went to work removing his boots.

He started to rise, no doubt intending to help, but she shoved at his chest once more. “I’m doing this.”

“So demanding.” But he chuckled and again settled himself in the sand.

She touched the skulls along the side seams of his boots, every last one of them. How many times had she thought about doing this? Maybe not in the sand, but she’d wanted to finger the skulls while she unzipped his boots and got him out of his clothes.

By the time she was done, he lay naked, his hands laced behind his head as he watched her, his eyes glinting in the dark, his cock upright and ready for her.

She lost her blouse and that’s when he sat up halfway, supporting himself with his hands behind him. He settled his gaze on her cleavage then shifted slightly so he could touch her fur as she removed her bra. “Damn, this is sexy. I’ve never been with a shifter woman who offered up so much fur. I’m loving it.”

She didn’t unbutton her jeans. Instead, she held his gaze and slid her hands beneath her breasts and rubbed her nipples. His lips parted and a heavy groan left his mouth.

He moved swiftly, grabbing her and pulling her toward him. With the sheer strength of his arms, he held her above him, positioning her so he could take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked greedily, tugging all the while and she loved it.

She moaned, her back arching when he sucked harder. “Zane,” she whispered.

He shifted her again, pushing her away, his voice rough and commanding as he said, “Get out of those jeans. Now.”

She couldn’t remember moving quite so fast in her life as she rose up, kicked off her shoes, then unzipped and stripped.

She climbed on top of him right after, streaming from her well. She wasted no time, but impaled herself on his cock. He responded with slow curls of his hips as he pushed his way inside. And it felt so good.

She rocked over him, the motion pulling on his cock.

He caught her shoulders, dragging her down to him. He kissed her hard, his hips rocking and pulsing, catching her just right.

Zane, I’ve wanted this. I hated all those women because I wanted you for myself.

I wish I’d known. I would’ve offered.

I would have accepted. She drew back just a little. “But don’t think this means anything. I know you’re a player and it’s okay with me. No strings.”

His brows rose. “You sure? This feels like so much more than a one-nighter.”

“I’m not a relationship kind of woman. Thought you should know.”

The features of his face relaxed. “Then we’ll get along just fine.”

She nodded and arched her hips, which caused the most beautiful expression to pass over his face. He looked as though he was in pain, but she knew it was the opposite. She felt the same way.

Suddenly, he rose up and grabbed hold of her, flipping her onto her back. He’d stayed connected, only now he was plunging into her, moving fast.

She cried out. She was so ready.

He leaned close and she shifted her head to the side, knowing what he wanted. “Take from me.”

He licked the side of her neck, helping the vein to rise for him. She felt so laden, so ready for him to drink, her chest heavy with need.

When he struck, she cried out again, her well tightening around his cock. It wouldn’t take much to come, especially because he was sucking her throat. The feel of her blood leaving her body, feeding him, added to the fire between her legs.

“I’m going to come,” she cried out.

He grunted and moved his hips faster, drinking all the while.

The dual sensations of his hips and his mouth at her neck took her on a long, exquisite ride straight up to the pinnacle. She flew over as pleasure gripped her, pulsing as he moved. Upward, the sensation flowed until her chest felt encased in fire.

Suddenly, he drew off her neck and roared. The sight of him, full of passion, sent her flying toward ecstasy a second time. As he moved into her, she came with him again, her own cries joining the guttural sounds that left his throat.

After a time, when the wave passed, he settled his forearms on either side of her and rested his body against hers.

Her arms fell away, her fingers playing in the sand. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so good.

“That was wonderful,” she said. “Just what I needed.” For some reason, her throat grew very tight, aching in a strange way that brought tears to her eyes. She wasn’t a woman given to weeping, never had been. But something about being with Zane had gotten to her, striking a chord deep inside her that both moved and frightened her. Was he right? Was this more than a one-night anything?

His gaze strayed to her chest. “Your ruff and the sexy fur across your lower abdomen still hasn’t gone away.”

His comment eased her back from her sudden fears and concerns. She responded in kind. “I know. Some of it just stays with me, and when it leaves, it doesn’t take much for it to reappear. I can get excited about a cooking show and suddenly I have fur on the backs of my hands.”

He smiled and kissed her. “Thank you for the sex and your blood.” He got a funny look on his face.

“What?”

He slid a hand between them, pressing against his stomach. “Oh, shit. I don’t hurt.”

Olivia stared at him as the meaning of his words hit her. She’d read enough of the blogs that talked about the blood rose phenomenon to know that there was always one irrefutable sign: the donor’s blood took away the mastyr’s pain. “You’re not hurting at all, are you?” Panic set in and her heart raced.

She wasn’t kidding when she’d said she wasn’t a relationship kind of woman. She’d lived alone for so long; she wouldn’t know what to do with a man long-term.

“Not even the smallest cramp, and I’ve had this pain for decades. I never thought I’d be free of it. I can’t believe it. But … that makes you … oh, holy fuck.”

She grabbed for some air because she felt horribly dizzy, even though she was lying flat on her back. “This can’t be. I mean I knew I was different. I have this cloaking thing and I sprout fur so easily and I can ghost you.”

“I don’t know what that means, that you can ‘ghost’ me.” Still connected, he frowned down at her. “Are you saying you have a way of tracking me?”

“If you want to call it that. And yes, I’ve been tracking you for months.”

Her gaze shifted along the cliff-line above, over the stars, at the moon just cresting the mountains to the east. She had to get away from him, from this. Maybe her shifter wanted to be close, but the human side of her was scared to death.

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Caris Roane is the New York Times bestselling author of thirty-eight paranormal romance books. Writing as Valerie King, she has published fifty novels and novellas in Regency Romance. Caris lives in Phoenix, Arizona, loves gardening, enjoys the birds and lizards in her yard, but encourages the scorpions to inhabit elsewhere! Her motto: Live the Fang!